From Denver to California. By way of Mexico. We're lost and we're finding each other. And we may never see the west coast. We may never see the west coast.
Two brothers, 1961. On a road ninety miles too long. Someone don't want us together but. We just keep on walking cause we're one,oh. . I got a voice and you got a reason.
There is a lonely train called the 3.10 to Yuma. And it's the only train left for me to ride on. I'll catch that lonely train called the 3.10 to Yuma.
Well nothing hurts me. Like seeing you hurt. Or changed me. Like the day you went away. I know you said I was never there. You were always a good friend.
This happened once before. Someone just like you. I let my guard down and got devastated. If you listen close, you might hear that sound. I'm not sure but,.
Wrapped in cling film, staying til the morning. Working in a shop off New Bond Street. Lived in your building high up on the ceiling. When she rushed the floorboards creaked.
They're playing our song. They're playing our song. Can you see the lights?. Can you hear the hum?. . Of our song. I hope they get it right. I hope we dance tonight.
I'm bringin' back ghosts that are no longer there. I'm gettin' hard on myself sittin' in my easy chair. Well, there's three people in the mirror. And I'm wonderin' which one of them I should choose.
I'm gonna fight 'em off. A seven nation army couldn't hold me back. They're gonna rip it off. Taking their time right behind my back. . And I'm talking to myself at night.
I don't wanna be alone. I don't wanna be well known. I don't wanna be unsane. I don't wanna love in vain. I don't wanna need a change. I don't wanna be arranged.
O telefone 3555 E a casa dela na avenida 35. . O telefone 3555 E a casa dela na avenida 35. . Eu saio cedo Eu vou a p. Juro por Deus ! Eu vou bem cedo.
How can I sit and eat my tea. With all that blood flowing from the television.. At a quarter to six. I watch the news. Eatingeating all my food. As I sit watching the red spot.
If there was no tomorrow. Would you still remain the same. Or live your life, so shallow. And take it for granted everyday. . So take away tomorrow. And tell me again why we blame.
Look out of your windows, watch the skies. Read all the instructions with bright blue eyes. We're W.A.S.Ps, proud American sons. We know how to clean our teeth and how to strip down a gun.
(Heaton). Justin Sullivan - vocals, guitar, keyboards, harmonica. Robert Heaton - drums, guitar. Nelson - bass. Ed Alleyne-Johnson - violin. Adrian Portas - guitar.
She stares at the screen, at the little words of green. Tries to do remember what to do next. There's a trace of frustration that crosses her face. Searching for the key she should press.
In the tall grass upon the dune. He rests his head on you. It's warm wind and a faded sky. You watch him drifting far away. Dreaming, drowning. Did you marry a man who married the sea?.
The bonfires blazed across the city, the smoke swirling into the sky. We were standing shoulder to shoulder, Billy McCann and I. Our faces ruddy and burning as we stared into the flames.
The vans they come in convoys now, stealing through the dawn. Silent in the countryside in the hills up to the north. There's road blocks on the Meden bridge.
The lovers they kiss and slowly they turn. for drawing a breath there is nothing but time. A thousand million years before we crash in the sun. And I know we will be still here in Her arms.